Silence! Everyone, pay attention! Who could tell me what we need next to build a superweapon? The laser! The new experimental protoid laser thats being unvail at the Riverton science convention. But to take it, we are going to need a little diversion.

You're wrong, Gadget. Crime ALWAYS pays. [chuckles]

The goose has arrived, ready to be cooked.

Gadget's goose is cooked. More like, deep fried and burned into crisp.

Greetings, Mayor. I hope we don't mind drop in at your little party. Everybody, stop right where you are! The festivities has just begun, and I promised it's gonna be a gas, laughing gas, that is. [laughs evilly, while the balloon pops, releashing the laughing gas] That's it. Laugh it up, Riverton, 'cause I'm having the last laugh now.

Ah, the lady Gadget. I'm so forward to meeting you. I hope you don't fall victim to my magnetic charm.

(sees Penny:) Well, if it isn't Mini-Gadget. GET HER!

(After dropping off Penny to her doom) She has sixty seconds. [cackling]

Don't worry. Time for Gadget to go out with a bang.

[cackling evilly] I always like my Gadget... WELL DONE! [cackles]

[escaping inside a rocket with his cat] You may have won this round, but I'll get you next time, Gadget. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Brick: Here, boss. Dr. Claw, the place is a dump. What happened to your multi-million evil high-rising headquarters?

Dr. Claw: What do you think happened to it?!

(Brick and McKibble duck, while Dr. Claw throws his darts at the picture of Inspector Gadget)

Dr. Claw: When Gadget arrested me, the police confiscated all my assets. But after we've pulled out the crime of the century, I'll be back on top again.

McKibble: Great. Another crime of the century. I'm still on parole for the last one.

Brick: What's the plan this time?

Dr. Claw: Watch and see.

TV Anchor: The Federal Reserve Bank with a deposit of over five trillion dollars in pure gold was build two years ago after Riverton declared statistically the safest City in America. Utilizing the latest in security technology and a squadron of armed guards, the bank is considered impregnable.

Dr. Claw: Not for long.

Brick: We're gonna rob the Federal Reserve, right?

Dr. Claw: Right. Before Riverton's eyes, and there won't be a thing Inspector Gadget can do about it.

Brick: How we gonna do that? They said the bank was impen-- impreg-- Really hard to get into.

McKibble: Yeah. I don't see how.

Dr. Claw: That's why you're just minions, and I'm an evil genius.

Brick: He's got a point.

McKibble: Yeah.

Dr. Claw: We are going to build the ultimate super weapon! But we haven't much time. We need to be ready in ten days, because next Thursday at exactly 9:23 AM, the X-Force One Satellite would be directly over Riverton. And by then, we need to steal ion fuel cells, a protoid laser, and a ruby. Plus, a few miscellaneous knick knacks.

Inspector Gadget: Go Go Gadget, Duck! (ducks his head and the Bartender punches the man behind him; that man falls against an arm wrestler and a lady, who bumps into pool player, causing the cue ball go ricochetting across the room. The cue ball hits a bald dart player's head, and the man falls to the floor unconscious. Gadget sees the angry patrons advancing on him) Check, please. Just a check.

Chief Quimby: I don't care! Claw stole the laser, and you tarred and feathered the mayor in toothpaste, and caused $100,000 in damages! Turn in your badge, Gadget.

Inspector Gadget: Oh, but Chief, all I ever wanted to be my entire life, was a crime fighter.

Chief Quimby: (sternly) Your badge. (Gadget pulls out his badge from his coat pocket, and slides it in front of Chief Quimby)

Chief Quimby: That would be all...Mr. Gadget.

Dr. Claw: Now, the third item that we need... (sees a drawing of himself) Huh? "I'm so evil! Blah, blah, blah!" As I was saying, the third item to complete my superweapon...(taps on the chalkboard with a stick)

Brick: I know this one. The ruby.

Dr. Claw: Yes, but a big ruby, say, about 50,000 karats. (chuckles)

McKibble: Your Clawsomeness, where we gonna find a rock that big?

Dr. Claw: The Riverton Museum. The ruby will be unloaded by the Rajah of India Wednesday night at the Mayor's fundraising. We are going to stop by and do a little fundraising of our own. (laughs)

[everyone in the party are sprayed by laughing gas, except Claw and his henchmen]

Mayor Wilson: Do something to stop him, Chief Quimby.

Chief Quimby: You'll never get away with this, Claw.

Dr. Claw: We'll see.

Chief Quimby: [still laughing] G2, see!

G2: Very funny, Claw, but you forget. I am unaffected by laughing gas. Now...(prepares her net guns) stop this felonious and unlawful act, or I shall have to use force.

G2: What happened?

Inspector Gadget: I reactivated you.

G2: Inspector Gadget, why you'd do that?

Inspector Gadget: Well, I hate to see a good detective being recycled and I always have great admiration for your investigating abilities.

G2: Inspector, are you saying you like me? (Gadget drinks some blue substance but spits it out)

Inspector Gadget: Well, I suppose, in a man of speaking. Strictly professional.